Some Random Thoughts
Tonight, in support of the great city of New Orleans, my buzz is brought to courtesy of the good folks at Abita Brewing Company.
I don’t really have to much that’s worth any single long post, so I’ll string some random thoughts together and see what sticks. If you’d like me to elaborate, let me know.
People have been asking why I haven’t shared a good story from the neighborhood lately. Well, it’s fucking hot outside. No shit, like 100 degrees at sundown. Unless it involves a body of water to keep cool it just ain’t worth it. People die from that shit. I’m heading to the lake after work tomorrow, though so that’ll be nice.
I did, however get out a for a walk this evening as it was a fairly pleasant night. Walking through the neighborhood I stopped at a gas station for some water, and ended up having a nice conversation with a guy I presume to be homeless and a meth addict. The lisp resulting from his three teeth made him a bit difficult to understand but he had some interesting insights. Apparently, the US government has some giant turbine-powered jet planes, with large fans attached to the bottom. Had they chosen to use them, they could have reversed the direction Hurricane Katrina was spinning, thus sending it out to sea and sparing the people of the gulf coast much death and devastation. When asked why they didn’t utilize such valuable technology he just pointed to the $2.53 on the gas pump. Maybe he’s smarter than I thought.
Apparently seven-foot tall black guys are a lot more common than you’d think. It would stand to reason such a person would have little choice but to pursue a career in the NBA. Not so. Evidently there’s enough of them out there that they can become drag queens who hang out at Kroger and drink chardonnay.
I really fucking hate the hands-free cell phone things. I see the point when driving but do you have to walk around wearing the goddamn things at all times? People who walk around and go through their daily lives with this shit on their heads need to get punched in the ear. It just looks stupid, and how long does it really take to pull the thing out and put it on when you get a call. And the new Bluetooth ones that make you look like a retarded spaceman? You look like a self important idiot. I saw a guy at luch today who was clearly on a date with some attractive girl and he had his earpiece in the whole time. If anyone did that to me, date or not, I’d throw my burrito at them.
I think I could accurately guess a junkie’s drug of choice with about 90% accuracy. At least as far as crack, meth, herion or alcohol goes.
I know some of you who read this have ties to President Bush by only one or two degrees separation. Tara Reid has a tremendous point that needs to be brought to his attention. While partying in Monaco, she lamented that “all the bad people who hate each other in the world should just buy their own country and blow each other up. Then we would have no more terrorists” …I don’t know which country is up for sale, or how much it would cost, but she may be on to something. This really may solve the terrorism problem, and if it could, I bet we could scrape together the cash to make it happen. If someone could get this idea to the President I’d appreciate it.
Speaking of the terrorism problem. The gentlemen I mentioned earlier from the Shell station has a theory about 9-11. Turns out the government also has a device installed on all commercial airliners that gives them total control over a plane when it nears buildings over 1000 feet high. They can immediately turn it around and crash it into the ocean. I don’t know why they didn’t use it, he didn’t say.
On a music note: listen to Scott Miller & The Commonwealth. That’s all I’ve been playing for three days. The solo/live ‘Are you with me?’ and the album ‘Thus Always to Tyrants’ are both phenomenal. I won’t deal with the whole bio, but trust me; If you haven’t heard it, give it a shot. If you like it try the stuff by his older band the V-Roys. They’re kick ass too.
As far as the New Orleans thing goes; shit. I don’t know, it’s pretty bad. Granted, I thought New Orleans was fairly dirty and trashy when I’ve been there; but that’s a result of the people who go there and make it what it isn’t. What you don’t see if you’re only there to guzzle hand grenades is that it is truly one of the greatest and certainly most unique cities in the world. The food, culture, people and music that have come from and passed through New Orleans make up a huge part of a lot of the things I love. Much of which, thankfully isn’t contained in buildings or bars that can be destroyed; rather in the people and art that’s come from them. Keep on keeping on.
I gotta go.
I don’t really have to much that’s worth any single long post, so I’ll string some random thoughts together and see what sticks. If you’d like me to elaborate, let me know.
People have been asking why I haven’t shared a good story from the neighborhood lately. Well, it’s fucking hot outside. No shit, like 100 degrees at sundown. Unless it involves a body of water to keep cool it just ain’t worth it. People die from that shit. I’m heading to the lake after work tomorrow, though so that’ll be nice.
I did, however get out a for a walk this evening as it was a fairly pleasant night. Walking through the neighborhood I stopped at a gas station for some water, and ended up having a nice conversation with a guy I presume to be homeless and a meth addict. The lisp resulting from his three teeth made him a bit difficult to understand but he had some interesting insights. Apparently, the US government has some giant turbine-powered jet planes, with large fans attached to the bottom. Had they chosen to use them, they could have reversed the direction Hurricane Katrina was spinning, thus sending it out to sea and sparing the people of the gulf coast much death and devastation. When asked why they didn’t utilize such valuable technology he just pointed to the $2.53 on the gas pump. Maybe he’s smarter than I thought.
Apparently seven-foot tall black guys are a lot more common than you’d think. It would stand to reason such a person would have little choice but to pursue a career in the NBA. Not so. Evidently there’s enough of them out there that they can become drag queens who hang out at Kroger and drink chardonnay.
I really fucking hate the hands-free cell phone things. I see the point when driving but do you have to walk around wearing the goddamn things at all times? People who walk around and go through their daily lives with this shit on their heads need to get punched in the ear. It just looks stupid, and how long does it really take to pull the thing out and put it on when you get a call. And the new Bluetooth ones that make you look like a retarded spaceman? You look like a self important idiot. I saw a guy at luch today who was clearly on a date with some attractive girl and he had his earpiece in the whole time. If anyone did that to me, date or not, I’d throw my burrito at them.
I think I could accurately guess a junkie’s drug of choice with about 90% accuracy. At least as far as crack, meth, herion or alcohol goes.
I know some of you who read this have ties to President Bush by only one or two degrees separation. Tara Reid has a tremendous point that needs to be brought to his attention. While partying in Monaco, she lamented that “all the bad people who hate each other in the world should just buy their own country and blow each other up. Then we would have no more terrorists” …I don’t know which country is up for sale, or how much it would cost, but she may be on to something. This really may solve the terrorism problem, and if it could, I bet we could scrape together the cash to make it happen. If someone could get this idea to the President I’d appreciate it.
Speaking of the terrorism problem. The gentlemen I mentioned earlier from the Shell station has a theory about 9-11. Turns out the government also has a device installed on all commercial airliners that gives them total control over a plane when it nears buildings over 1000 feet high. They can immediately turn it around and crash it into the ocean. I don’t know why they didn’t use it, he didn’t say.
On a music note: listen to Scott Miller & The Commonwealth. That’s all I’ve been playing for three days. The solo/live ‘Are you with me?’ and the album ‘Thus Always to Tyrants’ are both phenomenal. I won’t deal with the whole bio, but trust me; If you haven’t heard it, give it a shot. If you like it try the stuff by his older band the V-Roys. They’re kick ass too.
As far as the New Orleans thing goes; shit. I don’t know, it’s pretty bad. Granted, I thought New Orleans was fairly dirty and trashy when I’ve been there; but that’s a result of the people who go there and make it what it isn’t. What you don’t see if you’re only there to guzzle hand grenades is that it is truly one of the greatest and certainly most unique cities in the world. The food, culture, people and music that have come from and passed through New Orleans make up a huge part of a lot of the things I love. Much of which, thankfully isn’t contained in buildings or bars that can be destroyed; rather in the people and art that’s come from them. Keep on keeping on.
I gotta go.
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